Sun Mote Copse baby if I got you, I don’t need a parachute

Yes, of course, Meerkat replied instantly, pulling back with a sniffle. Oh, I’m so happy to see you, she breathed, reaching up a paw to tenderly cup her daughter’s pale cheek. I’ve missed you so much, worried about you even more. Where have you been, mo chride? What have you been doing? You’ll have to tell me all about it.

Leaning in to kiss Orca’s cheek, she touched the yearling’s slender elbow and motioned for her to follow. Meerkat turned her body to lead her prodigal daughter into the copse, though her head gimbled resolutely in Orca’s direction. She could not tear her eyes—shining with happy tears—off the face she’d missed so much.